After being kicked out of the wealthy family, the fake daughter became popular in the entertainment

The man bent over and got out of the car, his legs straight and slender under his suit pants. He was very tall, almost 1.9 meters tall, with a slender figure, clear and sharp facial features, and he had the aggressiveness of a supermodel.

There is a pair of deep eyes hidden under Daofeng's eyebrows, which seem to be able to see through people's hearts and make people dare not look directly at them.

He slowly raised his hand, and his bony fingers gently loosened his tie. Just one movement made him become much more relaxed and easier to get along with.

Xi Shang cast his sharp eyes towards a place with lights on, and said softly, "Where is she?"

"I have arranged Miss Yun's bedroom on the second floor. She just came back from an outside trip, and I haven't told her yet that you're back. Do you need me to go and ask her to come down?" Lin Yunze asked tentatively.

"No need, you go down first."

Xi Shang withdrew his gaze and walked inside.

He walked to the second floor, stopped outside Yun Moshu's door, and knocked gently.

"Ms. Yun, I'm Xi Shang. Do you have time now? Let's chat."

"What? Wait, ah—"

Yun Moshu did not lock the door, fearing that the other party would come in directly. She panicked and the tip of her index finger stained with a drop of blood unconsciously changed direction.

By the time she discovered it was too late. The book about Wang Liu had begun to emit a bright white light.

She screamed and disappeared immediately.

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"An'er, An'er, wake up, don't scare me, mother can't live without you, mother can't live without you."

"Wake up, please? As long as you wake up, I will satisfy you in everything. Please open your eyes and look at me again, okay?"

The woman was wearing a dark blue cheongsam, with her wavy seaweed-like hair draped behind her.

Her lips were red and fiery, and her eyes and eyebrows revealed a shrewd look.

This was a wealthy and elegant woman, but now she was sitting in the mud, her fingers with bright red nails gently stroking the tender child in her arms, her watery eyes filled with sadness.

It seemed that her world was left with only the little man in her arms, and she no longer cared about the group of people around her who were watching her make fun of her.

"An'er, my good An'er."

The slightly pale face under the messy hair slowly pressed against the cold skin beneath her, her red lips trembled slightly, and her voice was thin and soft.

A tear rolled down the corner of her eye, dripping onto her hideous face and mixing with the bright red blood.

I don't know how long it was before the woman's arms slowly tightened, tighter and tighter. The despair, pleading, and weakness deep in her eyes turned into endless coldness and the occasional hatred after she closed her eyes and opened them again.

The suppressed sadness was extremely penetrating. Even though she did not cry out loud, Yun Moshu felt that the desperate begging sound penetrated her eardrums, making her feel heartbroken and sad, and she shared the sadness.

"Okay! Card!"

"Teacher Wang, you are really excellent. This scene was performed very well. This is definitely the best scene in this play!"

The director was so excited that his hands turned red from clapping.

His loud voice startled the staff who were immersed in it. They looked at each other's red rabbit eyes and couldn't help turning away and secretly wiping away the tears from the corners of their eyes.

Wang Liu got up from the ground, took the towel handed to him by Yun Moshu, and wiped the mud off his knees.

Hearing this, she smiled faintly, "Just playing normally."

"Xiaoshu, what do you think of my performance just now?" Wang Liu asked.

"good, very good!"

Yun Moshu's eyes were as bright as stars and scorching hot.

If the director hadn't gotten there first, she would have clapped louder than he did.

Wang Liu gave her a speechless slap. "I asked you to talk about feelings, not just a simple word like 'good'."

"Teacher, you have great explosive power and you get into the role quickly. Watching your movements, I felt like I was brought into the role in an instant and felt the same way as you did. Especially the emotional change at the end. With just one look, I knew you were going to turn evil and would no longer be the gentle and lovely Han Yin of the past."

Han Yin is the heroine in the play. Her father is a doctor. She has been a naive girl since childhood. By chance, she met and fell in love with the son of the Jia family, a prestigious local family.

She ignored her parents' advice and insisted on marrying the man she loved.

There was fighting among the powerful instigators in the backyard, and her innocence became her original sin.

First, there were quarrels among the elders in the clan, then the husband remarried, and the many concubines made the small family unpeaceful.

Han Yin endured humiliation and served as a servant in the Jia family until a concubine wanted to take the position and stretched her evil hands to her mother's family.

The Han family clinic killed a patient, and the patient's family took advantage of Han's father's unpreparedness to attack him and exchange his life for his own.

The Han family fell into decline, and her family was broken up and her only child was killed by someone in the clan.

From then on, she cut off all feelings and love, and pretended to be nice to the Jia family. Eventually, she became a femme fatale and brought ruin to the entire Jia family.

"You're a very careful observer. There are many ways to express emotions. Can you tell me why I behaved this way?"

Wang Liu was quite satisfied with her answer and urgently asked another question.

Yun Moshu thought for a moment and answered hesitantly, "Is it because delicate movements are more powerful than bold and dramatic emotions?"

"You are wrong," Wang Liu shook his head gently.

"Big expressions, big expressions, and micro expressions are all ways to express emotions. There is no high or low distinction between them. It all depends on how we choose."

"So how can we choose the one that suits us best?"

"What do you think Han Yin is like?" Wang Liu asked instead of answering.

"She was innocent and lively when she was in the Han family. After marrying into the Jia family, she became docile and pitiful. The people she loved the most died, and her death was as dead as ashes. The living one was a walking corpse that existed for revenge."

"That's right. She has lived in the decadent Jia family for eight years and has long been corrupted and domesticated by the backyard. She is not allowed to be overjoyed or sad, cry or make a fuss. Even when her son died, her long-formed character is difficult to change."

"I understand. Han Yin's expression is more in line with her identity at the time. If she was emotional and used a more intense and decisive approach, the audience would see an abrupt change. In other words, her character would collapse."

Wang Liu looked at her with appreciation.

She likes smart people who can understand things quickly without much explanation.

"Each character is a person of flesh and blood. If you want to go far on this path in the future, you must understand her, empathize with her, and even become her."

"There are three schools of acting: experiential, method and performance. Which one do you think you are?"

"I'm not sure," Yun Moshu answered cautiously.

The Yun family didn't allow her to act, so she didn't spend much time on it and never participated in any good scripts. She only played small, easy roles without any characteristics.

If I really have to say one type, she is probably still at the simplest expressionist level.

"You still can't even recognize your position?"

Wang Liu had a look of disgust on his face, and found her extremely annoying when he looked at her again.

She held her head in her hands, losing her initial elegance, and said madly: "Was I crazy at that time? How could I accept you as my apprentice?"